LYRICS:
Church bells ringin' on a Sunday afternoon
Only one man in the room
White doors lead to an altar and the pews
Worn wood shows the use
Preacher mounts he's come to take the stand
Sermon on the hope of God to man, God to man
One man, one man
One man starts the flame
Two men, two men
Two men pour propane
Sun spills down on a tree carved in the wall
Manned with words "The Fall"
Sweat poured down from the man on to the floor
His hands now grip the door
Mind that book he reads contents for the hook
But it had him at the look
And in his head he wants more than a life
Of a sinner born to die
He scares his lover says he can't go back to bed
Too many thoughts stuck in his head, in his head
One man, one man
One man starts the flame
Two men, two men
Two men pour propane
